I don’t remember playing with baby dolls. Barbies? Hell yeah, for hours. (And I mean hours.) Bratz? You betcha. Polly Pockets, Betty Spaghettis, Samantha Parkington, screaming crying pooping blobs with arms in The Sims? Absolutely. But baby dolls? Participating in any kind of mothering make-believe? I’m drawing a blank. Maybe this is because by the […]
is this real or is this quarantine?
Hello, cyber space. It’s me again — aspiring writer who actually does write a lot (for work, and sometimes my IG captions get lengthy) and who has turned once again to a blogging platform to… let off some steam? I guess? Or jot down thoughts? About global motherfucking pandemics (there will be cursing, I’m almost […]
hi, i’m holly. 